Jackson and I each take a moment to clean up, brushing our teeth and splashing water on our faces, before we return to the nook – the place where we feel most secure. But I push the curtain back, letting the pre-dawn light stream in. Because that feels right, feels better.
“So,” Jackson murmurs, wrapping his long arms loosely around his knees as he leans back against the pillows. “Where do you want to start?”
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